#when he's grumpy and grumbling he's fine and safe

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Leverage Redemption S03E10 The Side Job.

[grandline-fics]

Hi!!! I LOVED the unconscious one and I was wondering if you could do a version of that with Law and Sanji?

DESCRIPTION: When you suddenly lose consciousness

WARNINGS: descriptions of fainting/ falling asleep. fluff

CHARACTERS: Law, Sanji, Ace | Luffy, Zoro | Sabo, Killer, Marco

WORDS: 1824

A/N: Thank you for this request! Someone else also requested this prompt so I doubled up the characters. I hope you like what I came up with for this one.

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LAW

You understood Law’s unstoppable need to further his already extensive and impressive medical skills. Every island was researched thoroughly, including the kinds of herbs and other plants that were native to there to use in future medicines he could make. When he ventured to his own lab after an island visit with the newest additions you knew he’d be shut inside for hours on end until he’d found every possible use and countermeasure for his research in the event that anything turned out to be poisonous or bring about negative side affects. 

When night had fallen and there was still no sign of movement or sound of activity from his lab, you volunteered to go and fetch your Captain for dinner. You knew he hadn’t eaten anything since the breakfast you’d all shared together but even then it hadn’t been much given how fast he wanted to dock at the island. Leaning against the cold steel wall of the Tang you lightly knocked on the lab door, listening to the dull echo from inside. Thankfully a more human sound followed, footsteps but he never opened the door. “Captain? It’s time to eat and don’t say you’re not hungry because we both know you haven’t eaten much today.”

“I’ve eaten enough.” Law’s muffled reply came and you scoffed.

“Okay so if I ate what you’d consumed today and then skipped dinner you’d say…?”

“That’s not the point.” You smirked at the grumbled reply, knowing that was the most out of him by means of admitting he wasn’t looking after himself. 

“If I bring you a plate of food will you eat it?” You asked, knowing you had to compromise with him on days like these. 

“Fine…” For someone so serious and in charge all the time, Law really could become a grumpy child at times. Laughing softly you went to the kitchen to grab a plate of food for him. Your plan had been to hand him the food and then return to the dining hall and eat with the others so Law could continue with his work in solitude. Since he knew you were coming back you knocked once on the door and continued inside, not needing to wait. 

However the second you did you were hit with the overwhelming strength of the smell of Law’s different experiments with the plants. One second your vision was clearly on his face, the next it was blurring and you were swaying and toppling over, the plate dropping from your hands. Law saw it happen in slow motion. Immediately he activated his room ability and had you safely in his arms while what would have been his dinner smashed on the ground. Law looked at you and let out a slow sigh. He hadn’t expected that kind of reaction and made a mental note to write down this new outcome from the combination of the plants but that would have to wait. Shifting you so you were held more comfortably in his hold he carried you out of the lab and to his room so you were away from the fumes that caused this in the first place and somewhere you could rest peacefully. You were the priority and he refused to let you out of his sight or hold until you woke up.

SANJI

Another day on the Sunny, another day of typical chaos and noise. By now you were used to it to the point that if things were peaceful for too long you’d be concerned. On today’s schedule of activity Sanji and Zoro were bickering as usual in the build up to lunch time. Franky and Usopp were working on their own separate weapon modifications. When Usopp proudly announced that now his Kabuto was even more improved that practically anyone could use it Luffy loudly demanded to try it out, springing it up from his perch on Sunny’s head. After a lot of back and forth, Usopp gave in to his Captain’s whims and reluctantly handing Kabuto over along with his more harmless ammunition pellets. 

Luffy being in charge of the weapon managed to grab everyone’s attention, even halting Sanji and Zoro’s routine brawl. Even with Usopp’s assurances that everything would be safe, you knew better than to doubt Luffy’s ability to cause trouble even with little to no outside influence. To be on the safe side you abandoned your comfy place on the deck to observe from the kitchen, believing that being in an entirely different room was your best option. Watching in amusement you saw Luffy mostly strike poses with Usopp’s weapon before actually trying to use it and the safe ammunition he’d been given to play with. Then Luffy pulled back the pouch, wondering how far it would go with his added stretching ability. 

However this was something Usopp had never taken into account and when Luffy pulled beyond the strain the weapon was capable of, one of the elastic cables snapped. Not expecting it, Luffy released the weapon and toppled over as the pellet sailed through the air and directly into the kitchen. You didn’t have time to dodge and the tiny blue pellet connected against your shoulder, bursting into a small cloud of smoke. All it took was a small breath and it overcame your senses completely, sending your already unconscious body to the floor. 

Sanji was the first to drop to your side with Chopped quickly behind him. While Chopper checked you over Sanji began yelling at Luffy for being so stupid and at Usopp for being even more idiotic that the Captain by allowing this to even happen. “You better not have harmed a hair on their head or I’m not feeding either of you morons for a week!”

“I promise they’ll wake up!” Usopp insisted while grabbing Luffy to stop him from launching himself at your sleeping form to try and wake you with force at Sanji’s threat of no food. “It’ll just…take a little while.”

“What do you mean a little while!?” Sanji demanded with a glare, his anger faltering when in your sleep you rolled onto your side and relaxed closer beside Sanji, subconsciously seeking the warmth of his hand that was protectively laid on your arm. As reassuring as it was to see you seemed okay and merely sleeping soundly you were still in this situation because of his stupid crewmate and Captain. Quickly he looked to the sniper for his explanation, his anger returning in force.

“W-well I made those sleep stars to ensure whoever we used them against wouldn’t wake up right away and give us all enough time to make our escape if we needed them.”

“How long Usopp?!”

“A few hours at least.” At that revelation and the look of murder in Sanji’s eyes both Usopp and Luffy fled, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Even that didn’t rouse you. Chopper reassured Sanji that you would be okay and also left. With a small sigh, Sanji gathered you into his arms and carried you to the sofa against the wall so you could sleep comfortably while he cooked and could keep a close eye on you at the same time.

ACE

Ace took Whitebeard’s belief that everyone on the ship was a family to heart. As commander of the second division he knew the responsibility on his shoulders to ensure everyone under his command was protected and safe. Did he pay you a little extra attention and ensure you were protected and happy and safe first before the others? Maybe but he couldn’t help it. You were so easy to talk to and work along side. You made his days better and he always had a smile on his face when he was near you. Every morning he woke and would make his way to share breakfast with the crew, his spot at the table almost always either beside or opposite you. So long as you were in range to talk to that was all that mattered.

On this adventure on the winter island, Ace kept a close eye on you. While he could just boost the internal heat of his devil fruit so he couldn’t feel the cold you were left to huddle closer into your thick coat and layers when a surge of bitter wind cut through the air. You suppressed the constant urge to shiver and focused your mind on thinking of other things all the while trying to avoid looking Ace’s way otherwise you would only become increasingly jealous each time you saw how unaffected he was by the snow and cold. He was getting to truly enjoy the beauty of the island and all it had to offer. You wanted to step closer to your division commander but you resisted, not wanting him to think you were only doing so to make use of his body heat. On that principle you held back a little more than you normally would and suffered the cold.

Every step seemed to sap your strength. Even with all of your resilience and training, the walk through the elements like this always took its toll. Ace glanced back when your footing slipped for the third time in twenty minutes and saw the exhaustion clear in your face. The dropping temperature from you both trudging through a shaded area and the day dragging on wasn’t a good combination. “Hey let’s stop for a while, catch our breath?”

“Ace, you don’t need a break.” You protested with a small huff, rubbing your arms as you tried not to get too close to Ace now that he’d stopped. The second you felt his body heat, the second you’d all but give in to his suggestion. 

“Sure I do.” Ace grinned at you, offering you his winning smile, the one that could convince you to do anything. “C’mon please? Feel like you’ve been avoiding me. I don’t stink do I?”

“Oh that’s playing dirty.” You lectured with a small pout. “You know I’m not avoiding you.”

“Prove it.” Ace’s smile broadened into a grin and held out his arms to gesture you to finally come closer. Knowing you didn’t have the energy to resist Ace watched you finally close the distance. When you were in touching distance Ace slung an arm around your shoulder in a light embrace. “There we go! Geez you’re freezing!”

You weren’t even listening to Ace’s comment. The second you were in the warmth your body began to relax and your heavy limbs finally felt lighter. Your eyes began to droop and you let out a long yawn, pressing your head against Ace’s body. Before you knew it Ace had stooped down and lifted you to settle onto his back. He let out a soft laugh at the feeling of your body completely relaxing and sound of your breath evening out. You’d already passed out. “You rest up back there. We’ll be at the town soon.”

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[daryltwdixon]

Summary: fluffy, domestic grumpy Joel drabble—he finds you after a trail ride with Ellie, acting all huffy like you were gone for days instead of a few hours. But for all his grumbling, he can’t seem to keep his hands off you, sneaking in every touch he can while you untack your horse.

I had this dream last night and after getting done with my morning shift at the barn (yes im a tried and true horse girl) I had to get home to write it asap. I really hope you guys don't mind my random stream of consciousness fluff ideas because I don't plan on stopping

The sun was dipping behind the mountains when you and Ellie rode back into Jackson, the warm glow stretching long shadows across the main road. The ride had been good—brisk air, the scent of pine, the rhythmic drum of hooves against the dirt. Ellie had been chatty, as always, rambling about how she totally could’ve shot that deer quicker if you’d just let her.

You laughed, nudging your horse forward as the gates swung open, and right there—like he had been waiting, though he’d never admit it—was Joel.

His arms were crossed, his mouth set in that usual line of perpetual disapproval, but the second his eyes landed on you, something softened. It was quick, a flash of warmth before he scowled at Ellie instead. “Took you long enough,” he grumbled.

Ellie huffed as she swung off her horse. “We weren’t exactly in a hurry, old man.”

“Obviously,” he muttered, though his gaze flicked back to you, sweeping over you like he was checking for any sign of trouble.

You grinned as you slid off your horse, your boots hitting the ground. Before you could even brush the dust off your pants, Joel was there, his hands bracketing your waist as he pulled you in. His lips pressed firm against yours, warm, familiar, and entirely unapologetic despite the fact that Ellie was loudly gagging in the background.

“Oh my God, can you guys not?” she groaned, dragging her horse toward the stables.

Joel ignored her, his thumb tracing along your cheek as he reluctantly pulled away, his voice gruff but low just for you. “Go get cleaned up. I got the horse.”

You tilted your head at him with a teasing smile pulling at your lips. “I'm perfectly capable to untack my own horse,”

Joel exhaled through his nose, already shaking his head. “Never said you weren't.”

“But I want to.” You met his gaze, steady and unwavering, knowing exactly how this would go.

He held your stare, jaw ticking, that stubborn streak flaring like he was about to tell you to get your ass home. But you saw it—the way his resolve crumbled almost immediately. Joel never really fought you on anything, not when you looked at him like that, not when he’d do just about anything to make you happy.

With a sigh, he muttered, “Stubborn woman,” before stepping back and nodding toward the stable. “Fine. But you brush 'em down. My back ain't gonna put up with that tonight.”

You beamed, looping your arm through his as you led your horse inside, and though he grumbled about how he was too old for this, you saw the way his fingers lingered against yours, like he had missed you the entire time you were gone.

The scent of hay and leather wrapped around you like something familiar and safe as you entered the stables with your horse in tow. Ellie was already tending to Shimmer, loudly talking about how next time she’d take you to a cool spot by the creek she found, but you weren’t paying her much mind. Joel was right behind you, keeping close, as if he still wasn’t convinced you’d made it back in one piece.

You pulled your saddle off and hoisted it over the railing, rolling your shoulders to ease the weight. Joel moved beside you, unclipping the bridle from your horse, his touch careful as he slipped the worn leather over her ears. “Good boy,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing a rough palm against the gelding’s neck. His hand brushed against yours as he stepped past, slow and deliberate, like he was making sure you felt it.

It was such a small touch, but it sent warmth curling up your spine.

“You do the brushin',” he murmured, voice low beside you. “I’ll put this away.”

You huffed a soft laugh. “Delegating, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, deadpan, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “Gotta keep you in line somehow.”

You shot him an unimpressed look. “Oh, that’s what this is? You think you’re in charge?”

Joel gave a low huff, shaking his head as he passed behind you, his hand dragging slow along your waist. “Ain’t no thinkin’ about it, sweetheart.”

You smirked, brushing your horse with a little extra purpose. “Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that, Miller.”

That earned you a sharp look, but it didn’t have a single ounce of bite. He moved past you, close enough that his palm landed at your lower back, just for a moment, a quick press of warmth before he was gone. Always touching, always making sure you were there, close enough to reach.

You picked up the brush and started working through your horse’s coat, sweeping in long, even strokes while it grazed on its hay. Joel returned a moment later, settling in the stall, already working the leather cleaner into the seat of the saddle on the railing. But every time you passed near him—every time you shifted to reach another spot—his hands found you. A steadying palm on your hip. A slow drag along the small of your back. Fingers curling at your elbow, thumb smoothing over the inside of your wrist. You wondered if he was even trying to help or just wanted to stare.

“Y’know,” you mused, keeping your tone casual even as heat bloomed under every touch, “you could help.”

“I am helpin’,” he said, completely serious. “Cleanin' yer damn tack. Supervisin’.”

You shot him a look. “Uh-huh.”

Joel exhaled a slow breath, like you were really putting him through it, and finally relented. He stepped behind you, so close his chest pressed against your back as he reached around you to grab another brush. Instead of moving away, he stayed there, caging you in with warm, steady hands.

“Like this,” he murmured, guiding your hand with his own, their weight pressing down together against the horse’s coat.

You swallowed hard, heart knocking against your ribs. “You think I don’t know how to brush a horse, Miller?”

He smirked, his breath warm against the side of your face. “Just makin’ sure.”

You scoffed, but your voice came out softer than you meant it to. He was teasing you, but you could feel the way he lingered, the way he soaked up every second of being this close, like he’d been waiting for it.

Ellie made a disgusted noise from across the aisle. “Are you guys seriously flirting while brushing a horse?”

Joel barely even glanced her way. “Go home, Ellie.”

She groaned, muttering something about old people being gross as she grabbed her stuff and left. But you barely noticed. Joel’s hand was still over yours, fingers brushing slow circles into your skin, like he had no intention of letting go.

“You miss me that much?” you teased, leaning into him just a little.

Joel grunted, pressing a kiss against the top of your head before stepping away to put the brush back. “Every damn minute.”

Your stomach flipped at that, at the gruff honesty of it, no hesitation in his voice. You watched as he opened the stall door, letting your horse into the pasture for the night, his movements slow, easy—so at home here, so at home with you.

When he turned back, his hand slipped around your waist, pulling you gently from the stall. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Let’s go eat.”

You exhaled with a smile, warmth curling through your chest. “Fine. I’m starved.” You hesitated for just a second, then reached for his hand, fingers slotting between his as you squeezed. “And, Joel?”

He glanced down at you, his grip instinctively tightening. “Yeah?”

Your smile turned softer, quieter. “I missed you too.”

Joel didn’t say anything, but his hand slid from your waist up to the back of your neck, tilting your face up to lean into you. He kissed you slow, deliberate—like it wasn’t enough to just hear it, like he needed you to feel it. Needed to remind you, in the only way he really knew how, just how much you meant to him.

Joel Miller was never a man of many words, but the way he held you, the way he kissed you in moments like this...it said more than words ever could.

[heartsiebyul]

hey so how do you think Riddle, Lilia and Leona would deal with having a s/o who gives them enthusiastic goodbye or hello hugs in public? S/o is just so happy to see them, is living in the moment the moment they lock eyes with their boyfriend? And then they don’t continue the pda after a bit if the boys are shy about that stuff, But if the boys seem sad throughout any time in the day in public s/o will just lean their head on their shoulder or loosely hug their arm if s/o can’t lean cuz it’s awkward doing that standing up, as a sort of comfort thing while they help try and solve the problem or just listen to what’s bothering them?

Twisted Wonderland characters when their boyfriend excitedly hugs them in public and gently clings to them when they’re feeling down.

(Featuring: Riddle, Leona & Lilia)

Riddle Rosehearts

Enthusiastic Public Hello/Goodbye Hugs

At first, Riddle completely short-circuits. You’re running at him in the hallway like a scene out of a romance drama, eyes lighting up when you see him, arms thrown around his shoulders—and all he can think is: What are you doing? We’re in public!

His face turns bright red every single time. He’ll try to scold you for being improper, but his voice falters midway. Why? Because deep down… he loves it. He just doesn’t know how to handle it.

The PDA is overwhelming to him at first. He’s not against physical affection, but he was raised to value decorum, and your bold warmth completely bypasses his formal upbringing.

Eventually, he stops flinching and awkwardly pats your back or lets his hand settle against your waist while muttering something like, “Yes, yes, I missed you too…”

He starts secretly waiting for these greetings. His expression will brighten the moment he spots you from a distance—but he still plays it cool. Sort of.

Comfort Gestures in Public (When He’s Sad)

Riddle’s the type to internalize stress, especially with the pressure of being Housewarden. He doesn’t like being seen as vulnerable, but you notice the little things: a tight jaw, tense shoulders, clipped tone.

If you quietly lean your head on his shoulder or loop your arm through his while walking, he’ll stiffen at first… but doesn’t move away. He lets out a slow breath like he’s finally allowing himself to feel.

“I’m fine,” he might say at first—but if you stay close and gentle, he opens up. Your wordless presence makes him feel safe enough to say what’s bothering him, even if it’s just a small complaint about dorm responsibilities or an upcoming exam.

The act of being beside him without pressure gives him the courage to let go of his need to be perfect. You become his safe space in a world that demands control.

Leona Kingsholar

Enthusiastic Public Hello/Goodbye Hugs

The first time you do it—running at him with that wide, boyish grin and hugging him like you couldn’t wait another second—Leona is visibly stunned.

“The hell are you doing? You trying to tackle me or something? We’re in the middle of campus...” But his hands don’t push you away—they settle naturally on your hips or back.

Leona grumbles. A lot. But the lazy smirk he hides in your hair or the low chuckle when you hug him again the next day tells the truth: he adores it.

Public displays of affection aren’t really his thing… or so he says. But he gets used to your greetings. Starts timing his arrival to catch you. His tail might even flick contentedly when you come running.

If you ever don’t hug him, he gets grumpy—“What, you forget how to say hi properly?”

Comfort Gestures in Public (When He’s Sad)

Leona’s pride is a fortress. He hates showing weakness. But sometimes his mood dips—old wounds, pressure, or simply feeling overlooked.

You don’t say anything. You just stand beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder or gently slipping your arm through his.

He tenses slightly… then sighs, slow and deep. The contact helps him breathe easier. Even if it’s subtle, you’re reminding him that you see him—truly see him.

He might mutter something like, “Don’t go thinking this means I’m sulking,” but he doesn’t move away. If anything, he stays close longer than usual.

If you gently ask what’s wrong, he’ll eventually talk—quiet, blunt, maybe a bit self-deprecating. But he knows you’re not judging. You’re just there. And for someone like Leona, that’s everything.

Lilia Vanrouge

Enthusiastic Public Hello/Goodbye Hugs

Lilia thinks your excited greetings are the cutest thing ever. The first time you tackle-hug him in the hallway, he laughs, scooping you up and twirling you in return like you just reunited after a war.

“Oh, my sweet darling, were you counting the seconds we were apart?” he teases with sparkly eyes, loud enough for the whole hallway to hear.

PDA doesn’t bother him at all—in fact, he encourages it. He thrives on physical affection and isn’t shy about giving it back, especially if it makes you happy.

The only time he gets flustered is if you blush. Then he switches tactics, going quieter, leaning in close, whispering “I love how warm you are when you see me,” in that mischievous, velvety tone.

With a deeper bond, the affection becomes more tender. The greetings are still joyful, but they carry more emotion—he starts holding you for longer, breathing you in like you’re a precious memory.

Comfort Gestures in Public (When He’s Sad)

Lilia’s a master of hiding his feelings behind a smile. But he can’t fool you. You can tell when his eyes are just a little dimmer, when his usual energy falters.

You quietly lean your head against him or hold his arm—and for a moment, the cheerful mask slips. His posture relaxes, and he leans back into you as if to silently say thank you.

He rarely talks about what’s bothering him unless you gently coax it out. “It’s nothing serious… just echoes of the past,” he might say, eyes distant.

Your quiet support means more to him than words. For someone who carries centuries of memories, your touch reminds him he’s still here, still loved, still seen.

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Clueless Shenanigans

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: the boys accidentally bring you (5 ish) into danger, but you don’t mind—because you have no idea what’s going on

“Dean, are you serious?” Sam kept his voice at a low hiss as he argued with his older brother.

“It’s just a couple of ghouls—blow off a couple heads and we’ll be out of there before she even wakes up,” Dean assured his little brother.

“Dean, she’s 5 years old, she shouldn’t be anywhere near ghouls—“

“Well I don’t want to leave her alone at the motel with demons after us,” Dean snapped, dropping his carefree facade. “This just seems like the lesser of two dangers until we can drop her off with Donna, ok?”

“Fine,” Sam sighed. “I get it.” Sam shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your slumbering form in the back seat.

“De?” You mumbled, tugging at Sam’s jacket and peaking an eye open.

“Shh,” Dean whispered. “Just go back to sleep. Lock Baby up if you hear anything, ok?” He said before shutting you in the car and toting his shot gun.

“We’ll be done before she wakes up, huh?” Sam grumbled.

“Quit whining, she’ll go right back to sleep,” Dean responded. “Now let’s go kill some ghouls.”

…

You did not go right back to sleep. Instead, you took Baby’s spare set of keys out of Sam’s jacket pocket and slid them into the ignition so that the radio sang to life. Then, you shuffled around in the glove box until you found a cassette—the one Sam let you play when Dean wasn’t in the car, which wasn’t often.

You cranked the sound, your favorite song ringing through the air as you slipped out of the Impala and started your own dance party.

…

“Dean, back door!” Sam yelled, rushing after the three ghouls that escaped the back way while Sam and Dean were taking out the few that attacked them.

Dean blew the head off the last ghoul in the house before following Sam outside, his mind reeling—

The ghouls were headed towards you.

…

Dean’s heart did a summersault when he saw you outside of the car, some chick song blasting from the Impala while you danced around barefoot in the grass. You looked like you didn’t have a care in the world as three ghouls approached you.

“Kid!” Dean alerted the ghouls to his presence by shouting, but he didn’t care. “Get in the car!”

“I can’t,” you insisted. “I locked it, just like you said!” Unperturbed, you went right back to dancing.

One ghoul rushed at you faster than the others—he would get there before Dean, there was no stopping it.

Bang!

The resounding echo of a gunshot caught Dean’s attention—Sam emerged from behind a tree, his shotgun raised.

The ghoul flopped to the ground minus a head, but you didn’t even notice it—instead, your focus was on Sam as you clapped your hands over your ear.

“That was loud!” You yelled. You gave Sam your “grumpy face” before you dropped your hands and turned your attention to Dean. “De, come dance with me!”

Dean’s attention on you distracted him from the ghouls until it was almost too late. When the closer one jumped at him, Dean swung his gun around and slammed it into the side of the ghoul’s head.

“Not now!” Dean replied. “I’m a little busy!”

The other ghoul was going after you again, but Sam jumped between you and the monster.

“Sammy!” You grinned. “Will you dance with me?”

“Just a second.” Sam offered you half a grin before he swung his gun around and blasted the head off the ghoul.

“Hey!” You whined, covering your ears.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Sam insisted, his gaze focused on his brother’s fight; Sam couldn’t get a clear shot of the ghoul without risking hitting Dean.

“Sammy, dance with me!” You tugged at your big brother’s sleeve.

“Hey, hey let’s get in the car ok?” Sam offered—if he couldn’t help Dean, he could at least keep you safe.

“I locked Baby, just like Dean said,” you answered. “De has the other keys.” Your eyes were finally starting to wander, so Sam grabbed onto your shoulders and swung you around to face him; he couldn’t let you see the headless bodies of the ghouls, he wouldn’t.

“You’re right, let-let’s dance ok?” Sam waved his arms around in the most ridiculous way he could think of. It worked—you were giggling, your attention completely on Sam even as Dean fired a round into the final ghoul.

“Hey what’s this?” Dean demanded, his keys jangling in his fist as he unlocked Baby. “Having a dance party while I do all the work?”

“Dance with us, De!” You demanded.

“Oh no no no.” Dean shook his head, reaching into the car and popping the cassette tape out. “Nu uh, none of this chick music while I’m in the car, no way.” He turned around and picked you up, dropping you down into the backseat of the car and smiling when you giggled. “Now you’re gonna sit here with me and listen to real music while Sammy finishes up work, ok?”

“Dean—“

Dean cranked his Metallica tape before Sam could start whining; “finishing up work” meant burning all the bodies—the worst part of hunting.

“Sorry, music’s too loud,” Dean mimed, and Sam rolled his eyes and turned around. Someone had to stay with you and keep you distracted from the gore and death around you, and Sam would have to live with the short straw this time around.

But he was gonna make Dean regret it on the next hunt.

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[my-alter-ego777]

Leg Day

Eminem fanfic, language

"Come on, sweetheart, get up." he gently shakes your shoulder.

This is his third attempt now.

You whine and scoot away from him with a grumpy "no."

You hear a deep sigh and his feet move across the floor, then...

nothing.

Hm, maybe he gave up?

You wait a second longer to hear something, but nothing comes.

Good. You hum a smile and nuzzle into the sheets.

More time for sleep.

How deeply mistaken you were.

In an instant, the comforter is off, and strong arms rip you from your cozy bed.

"Nooo!" your voice sounds like a cry for help.

A whiny.

Grumpy.

Adorable.

Cry for help.

"What are you, 5?" Marshall laughs.

Well, he's basically cradling you like you are.

You look up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can muster, "Please?" voice soft but desperate.

"You're cute," he smiles at you with admiration. "but that look ain't foolin' me."

Your head falls back with a groan, in defeat. You don't see it, but Marshall is rolling his eyes, wondering, How the hell did I get here?

You stay like that for a minute. Dangling in his arms.

"Ya done?" you can hear the smirk on his face.

"Nope. I'm thinking I could go like this for another hour."

"Y/n."

"Fine." You shift in his arms as he puts you down, making sure your feet safely touch the floor before fully letting you go.

"Now," he taps your butt, steering you towards the restroom, "go get ready; we leave in 30 minutes."

"30 minutes?!" you ask in shock, "I need at least an hour!"

"Well you shoulda thought about that before sleeping in so late. Now getta move on, babygirl, it's leg day today." he says before leaving the room.

"Oh great," you huff, "when I thought my morning couldn't get any worse."

When you decided to start working out with Marshall, you didn't expect him to be such a drill sergeant.

"Keep it up, babe, you got it." Marsh says from behind you as he spots your barbell squats.

His bossy voice that started off as hot, has now become annoying, but it gives you the encouragement you need to complete your final rep.

"Nice work, baby!" He praises, helping you place the bar back safely. "Okay, take a sec, and we'll finish the last set."

"What?!" you whine breathlessly. "You said that was the last one."

"No I didn't," he chuckles, leaning against the machine, arms crossed. "That's just what you wanted to hear. Don't mean I said it."

"That's messed up." you grumble.

"The only thing messed up is the amount of wrinkles you're gonna get if you keep pouting like that." He teases

"I'm not pouting."

He leans forward and pecks your lips in an attempt to wipe the frown off them. "Yes you are."

One more rep later and you're lying starfish on the floor, totally exhausted.

"You know, if you wanted me to not feel my legs for the next week, I could've just rode you all day."

Marshall chokes on his sip of water, not expecting you to say such words in a public setting. You're usually more tame than that.

Once he stops coughing, he looks down at you. "I'll keep that in mind for next time, aight?"

"Good. 'Cause that's a workout I'll actually enjoy doing."

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart: Chapter 25 (Human!Alastor x Married!Reader)

CW: Angst, blood, manipulation, Alastor being a murder baby AN: I hope my fellow Americans survived their Thanksgiving with minimal family fighting and all those who didn't celebrate around the world had a great Thursday. Prev Masterlist AO3 KoFi

Alastor parked his car at the edge of the park, under the shade of a large tree. It was late and the odds of being seen were minimal. Even so, it was better safe than sorry. The heavy canopy blocked much of the light from the streetlights, few though there were. 

He waited for a few moments, head resting against the back of the seat, eyes looking up and out the windshield. In the distance, the roof of your house peeked up from the treeline, whispering dark promises. For a few moments longer, he sat in the holy silence where late night and early morning danced together. 

The slam of the car door was loud, shattering the fragile silence of the night as he stepped away from the still car. He walked slowly to the small pond as he ran a hand through his hair. Curls spiraled out of the locks, tangled around his fingers as he pulled hairs free with the nervous action. Sweat and time were winning the battle against the effort he had put into pulling the strands straight that morning. 

It was alright. You seemed to like the curls. 

Kneeling at the edge of the pond, he splashed water on his face, scrubbing at the dried blood on his hands and neck blindly. He knew he would miss spots. There wasn’t much he could do about his shirt, but that was alright, too. It would all be alright, soon. 

He just wanted to see you. That was the thought that ran through his mind as he walked casually through the park. That’s all he needed, he told himself as he pushed branches and bushes out of his way. From a distance was fine, he just needed to see that you were alright. 

He could put you down, leave you alone as long as he knew you were alright. He just needed to know you were alright. 

Bark bit into his hands as he lifted his weight from the ground. Climbing the apple tree in the dark while drunk wasn’t as easy as he expected. At times, he nearly fell to the ground. Perhaps he deserved to fall, land on a root wrong, and break his back. 

He would be caught then. You would know what he was, what he really was. The world would know. Perhaps that would only be right, a fitting punishment for the pain you had suffered because of him. 

Eventually, he made it up to that thick horizontal branch he thought of as his. Each breath came out in a huff, labored from the exertion on top of the alcohol. Resting his head against the tree trunk, Alastor ignored the way his hair snagged and was pulled by the rough surface as he took long, slow breaths. 

The house was dark, quiet. Its occupants were asleep, as he should be. He had work tomorrow. Today? Yes, today at this point. There was time still. He could make it home and take a nap. He’d be rough, but he could make it through the night. 

Alastor closed his eyes as he listened to the sounds of the night, resting his eyes as he lounged perched above the rabbit hole stashed with letters he knew you were reading but not responding to. 

His eyes closed with a flutter as he thought of you. Such a sweet soul you were, pulling away from him to protect him. Didn’t you know? It was his job to protect you. That’s what a man does for the woman he loves. 

Love. That was the thought that floated through his rye soaked mind as a light sleep overtook him. 

You poured a mug of coffee for Laurence, setting it on the table where he read the newspaper. It was a rare morning when he didn’t leave early. He was grumpy and the quality of the coffee didn’t help his mood, but you did your best to focus on the way the sun peeked between the clouds and the chirping of the birds. 

“How can you fuck up something as easy as coffee,” he grumbled, and you wished he would have just went to the cafe on his way to the office. 

For a moment, Alastor fluttered across your mind and you wondered if he would think you fucked up the coffee. It was a thought you shot down with a pang of pain. It didn’t matter what Alastor would have thought, Alastor was not your husband.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, turning from the sink and starting to walk back to the table. “I’ll make you another one.” 

You made it halfway across the small kitchen before Laurence picked up the mug and, after a moment of thought, launched the steaming contents at you. Most of the coffee splashed across your front, the apron and dress under helping protect you from the scalding liquid, but pain still cut through nerves where it splashed up onto your neck.

“Laurence!?” you cried out, darting backward and crashing into the sink. 

Your husband spit venomous words at you, lost to the pounding in your ears. He disregarded all the renewed effort you had put into being a good wife for him. 

It wasn’t fair. Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him stand, waiting to see if he would leave or come after you with something far worse than his verbal assault. 

You didn’t know tired eyes watched from the distance. His first real sight of you while he blinked sleep from his mind was that of coffee splashing onto you. While Laurence walked out of the room and you crumpled to the ground in a puddle of coffee, you didn’t know how close Alastor came to climbing from the tree and ending a life in broad daylight.

Instead, as you stood, he watched you grab towels to mop up the liquid. As the car in front of your house roared to life, he slipped down from the tree. His body was stiff, and he was rather thirsty, but that was alright. He was glad to have sobered up, at least mostly sobered up.

He had gotten to see you. That was supposed to be enough. He wanted it to be enough. He needed it to be enough. He had gotten to see you. 

Alastor watched as you disappeared out of the kitchen while he stalked through the back garden. He saw the light in your bedroom illuminate the room still cast in morning shadows. Would you look out the window, Alastor wondered as Laurence’s car drove away? Would you see him? 

You didn’t. He was fairly sure of that as he stepped onto the back porch. The knob failed to turn under his hand, though he hadn’t even been aware of reaching for it. Locked, that was alright.

He was wrong, he had thought he needed to see you but that was alright. He could be wrong, sometimes. He was a humble man. What he actually needed was to hear your voice. 

Alastor smiled as he pulled the pins from his sock. The door was old and the lock simple. He made quick work of opening the door, hardly having to give the task much thought at all. 

It was a good thing you locked the door. There was a serial killer on the run.

Closing the door behind him, he locked it before making his way through the kitchen and into the living room. Laurence had left the front door unlocked, Alastor was dismayed to find. With a flick of his fingers, he locked that door as well.

Laurence was going to get you hurt if he didn’t take better care of you. It was bad enough that he was hurting you himself but to be careless with your safety on top of it? Disgusting. Sloppy. 

The stairs creaked as you walked down them. Alastor moved to the wall, hoping to be out of sight as you turned into the kitchen. You wore a burgundy house dress, and he liked how it looked on you. Much better than the bright sunny yellow you had been wearing before the coffee incident. 

His eyes cut down to the dark bruise above your elbow, on display thanks to the short sleeves of the dress. Surely you’d throw a shawl over your arms if someone knocked on the door to hide it. In the safety of your home, though, you had no need. 

As you stepped into the kitchen, he could see the angry red splotches on your neck, left by the hot coffee. Oh, how he longed to soothe the inflamed skin with soft kisses. 

He followed you, leaning in the doorway as he watched you grab the towels from the ground, sniffling. Were you crying because of the pig’s actions? Didn’t you know it wouldn’t make a difference, shedding tears for him? 

“He’s not worth crying over.” Alastor said, transatlantic accent coloring his words, brightening them with the day. 

You screamed, whipping around with wide eyes to face him. 

“Alastor!” You clutched your hands to your chest, “Mr. Moreau?!” 

Your eyes ran over him, taking in the feral sight. His hair, something wild between curly and straight, was a mess atop his head. Red stained his shirt, smeared his skin and dotted his face. 

“Never that name for you,” he said as he closed the small distance between you.

“What happened to you?” Before you thought it through, you rushed up to him, acting on instinct and impulse, actions doing nothing to reinforce the distance you had insisted on in your last letter. 

Fingers ran over his face, rough stubble scratching the pads before your fingers ghosted down his neck. Your eyes run over bloody sleeves and splotches on his shirt. 

“I went hunting.” He answered honestly, “I’m alright.” 

“Hunting?” you stepped back, coming back to yourself. “It’s early morning yet? And why are you in my house?” 

“I came in the door.” His head cocked to the side. “I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Went to Mimzy’s and had some drinks. Then went hunting.” 

“At night?!” You stepped back, and he took a step forward as he laughed, that easy free sound you had dreamed about too often since you wrote your last letter. “While drunk?” 

“Probably not my best judgement call,” Alastor admitted. “But it turned out alright.” 

“Did it, now?” You scolded, heart beating in your chest as Alastor continued to advance on you. “You’re covered in blood.” 

“I wanted to see you,” Alastor said.

“You need to leave.” Your back hit the wall. “My husband will be back for lunch.” 

“I needed to see you.” Alastor’s accent wavered, in and out as he looked at you with those warm brown eyes, pleading with you. “Needed to know what I did wrong.” 

“You didn’t- Alastor.” You closed your eyes and let out a breath. “Mr. Moreau,” He groaned at the sound of his surname on your lips. He never wanted to hear you say it until it was yours, as it should be. You continued talking just the same. “Our relationship was improper. I am a married woman. If we continued, it would have ruined us both.” 

“Not Mr. Moreau.” Alastor pressed, his hands coming to rest on the wall on either side of your shoulders. “Please, don’t. Don’t call me that. Don’t you love me?” 

“I do,” you said before you thought twice, pressing your hand against your lips as if you could somehow stuff the words back in. “Don’t you see? If we’re caught, everything you worked for is gone. I- It would be selfish for me to do that to you.”

“Then we don’t get caught. We hide,” Alastor said, elbows buckling as he fell closer to the wall, cutting the distance between you in half. “Ma cherie, I don’t need you to protect me. We are in love, are we not? The risk is worth anything, everything, for but even a moment in your presence.” 

“Alastor, I-” you noticed Laurence’s briefcase sitting by the table, heart thundering somehow louder in your ears. “Laurence is going to be back anytime now. He forgot his bag. You need to go.” 

Reaching up, you braced your hands on Alastor’s chest and attempted to shove him away. He moved less than an inch. When you couldn’t push him away, you stopped trying to, though you knew it was vital that you kept trying. Your hands lingered on his chest, feeling his heart pounding rapidly against his ribs. The rye he had been drinking still tinged his breath as it washed over you. 

“Don’t you love me?” Alastor’s voice was broken, naked.

“That’s why we can’t keep doing this.” Tears spilled down your cheeks. “I love you too much.” 

Outside the house, a car’s engine sounded in the distance. 

“It’s why we must.” Alastor challenged, noting the sound as your body tensed. “I will keep us safe.” 

“You can’t,” you pleaded, heart shattering in your chest. 

“I have so far.” Alastor pressed as the car drew closer. “If not for him. If not for your marriage vows, would you have picked me?” 

“I can’t go back in time.” 

“I’m not asking you to,” Alastor whispered. “If tomorrow you woke up and Laurence was nothing but a memory? Would you pick me? Want me?” 

The car pulled in front of your house, engine idling. “Alastor, he’s back. You need to go.”

“Not until you answer me,” Alastor whispered. “Would you pick me? Would you want me then? If the Shadow Butcher took Laurence tonight?” 

“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, Alastor. Damnit, you need to go-” The car door opened and then slammed shut. 

“Then kiss me,” Alastor demanded, face hovering just over yours. No part of him touched you, yet you felt suffocated, wrapped up in him. 

“He’s coming.” You could hear Laurence’s footfalls outside on the walkway. It shouldn’t have been possible, but you swore you could. 

“I’m not leaving until you kiss me.” Alastor whispered, blood splattered face so close to yours. “You want me. You pick me. Then kiss me. Prove it. Show me. Please?” Alastor’s words came in a whispered rush, each statement coming faster and faster, naked words tripping and tumbling over one another. 

The doorknob rattled on the front door. Your eyes were wild as they darted away, trying to turn enough to see through walls. It felt like your executioner was getting ready to catch you. 

“Fuckin hell.” You swore you could hear Laurence outside as he tried the knob again. 

“Kiss me.” Alastor pleaded again. “Kiss me and I’ll go. Pick me. Don’t leave me. Please?” 

The keys rattled in Laurence’s hand, scraping against the lock as he tried the wrong key. You launched yourself forward, closing the small distance harshly. Lips against lips as an arm slid up his chest, wrapping around his neck. 

The coppery taste of blood and the stale taste of old rye flooded your senses as his lips parted in a gasp. His hands found your waist as he held you to him, gripping as they wrapped around you. He lifted you off your feet and walked backward as the lock clicked.

His tongue lapped at your lips before working into your mouth. He moaned into the kiss as his eyes fluttered, wanting to close and be in the moment, but needing to be aware of his surroundings. Large steps backward and to the side took them both almost to the back door as the hinges squeaked at the front of the house. 

“Don’t ignore me again?” Alastor whispered as he set you down, reaching behind him to unlock the back door. “Please?”

“Sugar,” Laurence called from the front door. “Where’s my bag?” 

“Alright,” you sighed, fear flooding you as Alastor opened the door. Laurence was in the living room now, coming closer still to the kitchen and back door. 

Alastor leaned down and placed one last kiss against your lips before stepping out the back door, pulling it shut behind him. As the door latched and you turned, Laurence stepped into the kitchen, calling your name. 

“I’m here,” you answered, putting your back to the door quickly. You didn’t dare look outside as you stepped into the kitchen for fear that you’d see Alastor making his great escape. 

“Where were you?” Laurence asked, as he picked up the forgotten bag. “Why didn’t you answer?” 

“I was just checking the weather,” you lied, “I hope to get sheets washed and hung to dry early.” 

Laurence looked at you for moments that stretched on as you tried to will yourself to relax. “Why are you flushed?” 

“The coffee was hot,” you said. “My skin’s still heated from the spill.” 

Outside the house, back resting against the wall, Alastor sat. His head was just under the window. Through the glass, he could hear everything. Carefully, he twisted and peeked up, watching as Laurence turned his back on the window. That was his chance, and he dared not waste it. 

Long legs swiftly carried him in a direct line from the house to the apple tree. He ran, glancing over his shoulder frequently, fearing he would lock eyes with Laurence. The back of the blond head and then an empty kitchen was all he saw as he rounded behind the tree. 

He waited there, chest heaving in gasping breaths. Exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he waited to move until he heard the car roar to life again. Sliding down the tree, he turned and dug for the notebook and pen.

He needed to get home, run a bath and sleep, but first, he wanted to add one more note to the stack. He hoped you’d read it, that you were not just telling him what he needed to hear to save yourself. 

Thinking back to the way you kissed him, he didn’t think that was the case. You kissed him as if you needed this as much as he did. Everything would get back on track, Alastor was sure of it as he walked through the narrow forest, humming. 

Yes, things were going to go back to how they had been. He would keep spending time with you and growing this little flame between you. When Alastor got the chance, he would take Laurence back to his home and they would have a nice long talk before Alastor ended his filthy life. 

Oh, how the thought filled him with almost as much joy as your kiss had. 

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bro :( imagine spencer with a peanut allergy & overprotective reader who will start freaking out even more than spencer does if someone has a peanut product

emily who's literally js trying to enjoy her trail mix ACROSS THE BULLPEN and reader who starts ushering spencer out while he drags his heels and tells her it's really not that serious 😭

The crinkling of plastic is what alerts you to the scent of danger in the air. Or maybe the scent of raisins, but with raisins and crinkly plastic come peanuts, and that's definitely dangerous.

"Spencer. Out." You point at the glass doors that section off the BAU, "Go, move it!"

"What- hey!" He yelps as you grab him by the shoulders, manhandling his spinning chair out from behind his desk and wheeling it over to the doors.

"Stay here." You demand, and Spencer's honestly too scared to disobey, still unsure of why you've decided he looks best by the door.

"Emily Prentiss," You march over to her desk, eyes narrowed and steam practically pouring from your ears, "What are you doing?"

She blinks bewilderedly at you, "Eating."

The word is garbled around a mix of cashews, peanuts, and raisins in her mouth, and you cross your arms over your chest at her lack of understanding.

"Eating peanuts." You seethe, "Spencer is allergic to peanuts!"

"It's okay!" Spencer stands from the chair now, "It's alright, Y/N, she's far enough away. I just won't touch her for the rest of the day."

"You don't touch me anyways," Emily scoffs, a chocolate chip melting on her lip, "You still won't shake my hand."

"That's not the point," You insist, "It's not safe for Spencer to be around peanuts. You shouldn't eat them in the office."

"I'm not gonna chuck them at him," She laughs incredulously, "Y/N, I promise I'll wash my hands really good. I'll even use Spencer's super-strength hand sanitizer, he'll be okay."

"It's okay," Spencer repeats, and your heart nearly beats out of your chest when you realize he's behind you, "She can eat them."

"Spencer!" You shriek, pushing at his chest, "Back up!"

"It's okay!" He laughs, grabbing your wrists where you're trying to shove him back towards the door, "Angel, it's okay. That's not how allergies work. I'm not even that allergic! She can wash her hands, and I'll be totally fine. And I won't take any paperwork from her for the rest of the day, I promise. Okay? It's okay. I'm okay."

Your grumpy frown doesn't give off the implication that you're happy about Spencer's reasoning, and Emily only aggravates it by crunching on another mouthful of peanuts. But you can't fight against Spencer's sweet smile, or the way his thumbs stroke at your wrist.

"Fine." You grumble, letting Spencer pull you back to your desk, "But I'm watching you, Prentiss!"

"You're watching me eat peanuts," She grins cheekily, confident you won't break loose from Spencer's hold, "Watch out, Reid, I might walk by you later, infect you with my Evil Peanut Breath."

[madsluvsdilfs]

Early Morning Cuddles

Stephen Glass x Reader

Warnings? Nope, all fluff

Stephen woke up with a groan, the early morning light almost blinding him. He brings a hand up to rub his eyes, trying to get rid of the blind spots that waking up brings to his vision. He's careful not to move too much, not wanting to wake you up so early, knowing how grumpy you get when you get woken up before you're ready. He pulls his arm out from under you, moving you carefully so you're laying on your side, his free hand brushing a few strands of hair from your face. Once he's got a clear view, he leans down, starting to press featherlight, barely noticeable kisses to every inch of your face possible. From your forehead to the tip of your nose, your cheeks, and your chin, he leaves no space un-kissed. He's careful not to apply too much pressure before moving down to your jaw, tracing your jawline with his lips until he eventually reaches the space behind your ear that connects to your neck. He whispers sweet words of love to you, even though logically he knows you can't hear him right now, he hopes you do.

Finally, after some time, he feels you shifting beneath him, a less than happy grumble leaving you as you stretch, your joints practically sighing in relief after being in the same position for hours. Before even opening your eyes, your hands find Stephen, and he couldn't be happier about it. He all but moans when your hands find their way to his hair and he locks his lips onto your neck, sucking at your pressure point before sitting up and greeting you a ‘good morning, princess’.

He waits until you finally open your eyes, a smile easily fining it's place on his lips, his eyes shining down at you with nothing but love and awe. ‘You look so pretty when you wake up’, he compliments you before leaning down and pecking the tip of you nose, making you scrunch it up in response. He spends the rest of the morning letting you adjust to being awake again, after all, he's always been more of a morning person than you have. Before he knows it, the two of you are wrapped up together again, your head on his chest and his fingers brushing the knots and taangles out of your hair. He's mainly quiet before perking up, ‘what do you want for breakfast? I could make pancakes, or waffles, or we could go out or-’

‘Waffles. With lots of strawberries and syrup’, you tell him and he immediately let's out a chuckle and presses a kiss to your forehead again.

‘Okay, waffles and strawberries it is. Anything for my angel. I'll go make them when you're ready to actually get out of bed’, he teases, poking your sides before flipping you over so your on your back and he's ontop of you, his fingers tickling your stomach. And that's how he's spends his morning, teasing his perfect, amazing girlfriend and silently thanking whatever ultimate force brought them together.

Hi, lovelies! I know, I know I said I was going to disappear, but here I am. I've been so bored lately and had test upon test, but I've had an itch to write but didn't know how to scratch it. I've had no ideas but wanted to write something incredibly soft, so I thought up this idea in like 5 minutes. You can either read this as a normal drabble or, as I initially thought it up as a continuation of 'date night'? Anyways, I really want to write but have no ideas so if you have any, I beg you to suggest them!! Hope you enjoy this (once again, not proofread and written in 10 minutes (so sorry if it's pure rubbish)) drabble, stay safe, I love you all xx

[these-written-reveries]

Cuddles with Joker (Ft. Grumpy J)

‣ Pairing: Ledger!Joker/Jack Napier x GN!Reader

‣ Summary: Cuddles with J can be sweet...but quite dangerous too...

‣ Genre: fluff

‣ Warnings: grumpy/soft!J, super tiny suggestive hint somewhere, casual mention of murder, lightly proofread.

‣ Word Count: 947

‣A/N: Was going through my old notes and found this. While I haven't written for Jack in a long time, and probably won't write any new material anytime soon (unless inspiration miraculously hits again), I figure the Joker fandom is always in need of more content, right? So, here you go! (Maybe I'll post some of my other old J notes/drabbles sometime as well?)

◇──◆──◇──◆──◇──◆──◇──◆──◇──◆──◇──◆──◇──◆

◆ J would never say it, but he loves cuddling. HUGE cuddler, this one.

◆ He loves to be enveloped by you.

◆ Sometimes he'll come up to you, no words spoken, but distinct intention in his eyes as he crawls into bed, wraps his arms around you, and dives into your neck.

◆ You're not even surprised by this anymore. In fact, you look forward to it. These moments don't happen every day.

◆ When it does happen, you are quick to wrap your arms and legs around him, giving him what he wants.

◆ Each time, he lets out a sigh as his entire body relaxes.

◆ Doesn't matter the position, so long as all of your limbs are wrapped around his body.

◆ You're like his personal weighted blanket, pillow, and teddy bear all in one.

◇ (He's the real teddy bear in this relationship, but you better keep that to yourself.)

◆ You plan to wake up early in the morning to get things done? FORGET IT. Work? HA! AS IF…

◆ No, no, no, YOU are gonna stay right where J wants you to. Safe and sound in his arms.

◇ (More like chained and bound in his arms because there's no way in hell he's letting you go anywhere.)

◆ You try to move and suddenly he's growling a warning into your neck like a predator to its prey.

◇ "Nuh-uh...Don't even think about it."

◆ Sometimes no coherent words are spoken, and all that's heard is a low grumble of annoyance.

◆ Like a python, each time you move, even slightly, his arms grow tighter around you.

◆ Don't worry, though, he makes sure to leave just enough room for you to breathe (barely).

◆ It's a borderline hostage situation, but so long as you give the man what he wants, you'll be just fine.

◆ Now, it is no secret that J is NOT a morning person. At least, not in the usual way…

◆ He does his best work in the darkest hours of the night through early morning, scampering around the city of Gotham and leaving chaos in his wake.

◆ If he happens to be home, the only way he'll ever get to bed is if you physically drag him to it—usually at some ungodly hour of the morning. Otherwise, he'll go for days without sleep until his body completely crashes on its own.

◆ Even when he's asleep, he holds you tightly, almost as if he's afraid you'll go running off during his slumber. He can't have that…

◆ If you do manage to get him to bed, especially if you're lucky enough to get him to bed at somewhat of a reasonable time, you best leave him be.

◆ At this point, there is an unspoken rule between the two of you. You want him to sleep? You're staying with him the whole time. And if you wake him up too early? Be prepared to face the beast that will certainly arise.

◆ See, you may have had your full beauty sleep by the time the morning hours hit, but J certainly hasn't. Waking J up too early is a hornet's nest you don't wanna go poking at.

◆ That said…You secretly love grumpy J…

◆ Grumpy J has been known to kill anyone who disturbs his sleep on the spot. He's ruthless and unforgiving. Downright dangerous.

◆ But to you? To you, he's harmless. Cute, even.

◆ J would NEVER hurt you (minus a few exceptions, *wink, wink*).

◆ He may still be grumpy and growly and demanding. And he may certainly deny your lungs from being filled with the proper amount of oxygen. But he would never hurt you.

◆ In fact, you tell him his grip is too tight, he'll loosen up for you. Not too much, of course. And if you're REALLY lucky, he'll even press a little kiss to your skin, wherever his lips can reach—one of the smallest, yet loudest forms of fondness and care that Grumpy J is capable of showing.

◆ Don't get me started on how much J LOVES your affection during cuddle time. Even Grumpy J would never deny your love, though he may pout and grumble his way through it.

◆ One thing about J is HE'S A LIARRRR… An exceptionally honest man in most cases with you, except for when it comes to how much he adores your love for him—in all of its many forms.

◆ As much as he tries to hide this, his body always gives the truth away.

◆ You pet his hair, or—even better—run those gentle fingers through it? He's already melting into you, borderline purring like a cat.

◆ Kisses? Your lips? Anywhere? He's fucking done for. It may not appear as so on the outside, but so help him, he's spinning out of control on the inside. His heart is racing, his body is tingling, his head is spinning. Only you give him that kind of rush. And, oh, does he love you for that.

◆ Your hands caressing his back, fingertips gently tracing over the scars on his chest and arms, drawing new shapes on his skin. If you've reached this stage, he's already a big pile of mush. There's no hiding it now and he knows it. Your touch makes him go loopy in the best fucking way.

◆ The moments when you wrap yourself around him, encasing him with your entire body are quite literally the only moments he feels truly safe and content. Will he EVER say any of this to you? ABSOLUTELY NOT. But, he doesn't have to. You know. And he knows you know. And that's all that matters.

◆ So please, for his sake and yours, give the man his cuddles. And don't expect to be released for quite some time after…

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Hii! Can I request rise Donnie x reader (rom) who teases him a bunch? Not in a hurt full way. Though they do get under his skin

Hello, hello! Thanks for the request, hope you like it ~ ♡♡♡♡

The Fine Art of Poking the Genius *⁠.⁠✧

It was easy to make Donnie flustered. Maybe too easy. Not that you’d ever use that against him. Well… not too much.

You lounged on one of the swivel chairs in Donnie’s lab, watching as he tinkered with some new gadget. His hands worked with precise efficiency, his brow furrowed in concentration. He hadn’t even noticed you sneak in, and you weren’t about to let this golden opportunity pass you by.

“Hey, Donnie,” you called out, dragging his name just a little too sweetly.

His hand twitched, and he paused, glancing up at you with a suspicious look. “Yes, Y/N? What do you want?”

“Nothing,” you said innocently, spinning lazily in the chair. “Just admiring your work. It's really something to behold. You should charge admission.”

Donnie narrowed his eyes. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Me? Mocking you? Never,” you said, holding your hand to your chest like you were offended. “I mean, it’s not my fault that your genius comes with a side of ‘mad scientist aesthetic.’”

He groaned, pushing his goggles up onto his forehead. “It’s not ‘mad scientist.’ It’s visionary engineer.’ There’s a difference.”

“Sure, sure,” you said, grinning. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dr. Frankenstein.”

Donnie pointed a screwdriver at you. “First of all, Dr. Frankenstein was a fictional character. Secondly, if you keep disrupting me, I’ll have no choice but to eject you from my lab.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” you teased, spinning the chair again. “What are you gonna do, sic one of your inventions on me? Wait—are you finally working on a giant robot butler? Because I’m so ready to see that.”

He muttered something under his breath, but you couldn’t make it out. Probably some witty comeback he was too annoyed to properly articulate.

“You’re fun when you’re grumpy, you know that?” you added.

“I’m not grumpy,” he snapped, clearly grumpy.

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. “Of course not. You’re the epitome of calm and collected. A true Zen master.”

His tools clattered onto the desk as he turned fully to face you. “Do you enjoy this? Getting under my skin? Is it some kind of hobby for you?”

You tilted your head like you were thinking about it. “Eh, it’s more of a part-time gig. Keeps me entertained.”

Donnie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet, here I am,” you said, smirking.

He didn’t respond immediately, instead turning back to his work and muttering something about “distractions” and “increasing lab security.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

This time, his hands froze completely, and you caught the faintest tinge of pink creeping up his neck. “I—what?!”

“You heard me,” you said, grinning even wider. “But don’t worry, Donatello, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Donnie sputtered, his mind clearly short-circuiting. “That is completely irrelevant to—why would you even—ugh, you’re impossible!”

“And yet, you tolerate me.”

“Barely,” he grumbled, but there was no real heat in his voice.

You leaned back in the chair, feeling victorious. “Admit it, Don. You’d miss me if I wasn’t around to keep you on your toes.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just kept fiddling with his gadget. But then, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it, he said, “Maybe.”

Your grin softened into a genuine smile. “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he added quickly, though the tips of his ears were definitely red now.

“Too late,” you said, spinning in the chair one last time.

He sighed again but didn’t kick you out of the lab. And you knew he wouldn’t, no matter how much you teased him. Because deep down, he didn’t really mind. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you liked seeing that little spark of flustered frustration in his eyes.

[thatlotuscookie]

that last one with lov having a movie marathon and Dabi being a small bean is from my sister who doesn't own tumbrl profile, she didn't mean to send it so fast😭😭 she also wanted to add that in the end she wants dabi to drag reader to his room because he wants to sleep and he wants to continue cuddling

forgive my sister, she's an idiot🤦🏻‍♀️

✧･ﾟ: a/n : that's such an adorable idea, with Dabi being all confused about his feelings, you and ur sister cooked w that idea :D I hope you both enjoy this one. thanks for requesting!<3

✧ Title: ✧ Unspoken Affection ✧ ✧ Character: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy, Slight Angst ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi has never understood love, but when you’re around, something deep inside him stirs, and he can't figure it out-- Until you watch a movie together. ✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, League of Villains, Movie Marathon, Cuddling, Sleepy!Dabi, Shy!Dabi, Confused!Dabi ✧ WC: 725 words // 4.1k chars

Dabi had been restless for days. Not that it was unusual, but there was a new, strange energy bubbling inside him whenever you were around. He wasn’t sure what it was—couldn’t quite figure it out. Love wasn’t something he had ever bothered to understand, and yet here it was, sneaking up on him in the form of… you.

He wasn’t prepared for the way his heart sped up when you laughed at his sarcasm or how his eyes lingered a little too long whenever you were nearby. This wasn’t just admiration or companionship—it was something deeper, something more dangerous. It irritated him that he couldn't put his finger on it.

Toga, being her usual bubbly self, had dragged the League of Villains into what she called a “mandatory movie marathon.” The idea had sounded absurd at first, but with a little convincing (and a bit of whining), everyone caved in.

You sat comfortably on one of the worn couches, a blanket wrapped around you as the first movie flickered across the screen. Dabi, as usual, had plopped himself down beside you, acting as though it was just coincidence—though even he wasn’t fooling himself.

The room grew darker as the hours passed, and Dabi found himself feeling more tired than he’d expected. He didn’t sleep much, but something about the way you were curled up beside him, so close and relaxed, made him feel drowsy.

Before he knew it, his head had drifted onto your chest. The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, steady and rhythmic, a sound that, for once, soothed him. He shifted slightly, not realizing that his arms had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as his body instinctively sought out warmth and comfort.

You, surprisingly, didn’t push him away. You only shifted, draping the blanket over him as well, offering a soft smile. The others didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in the movie marathon, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

Dabi, completely unaware, let himself sink into the softness of you—your chest, your warmth, your scent. It was so comforting, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt… safe.

But then he stirred, waking up just enough to become aware of his surroundings. And suddenly, it hit him. His head was on your chest. His arms were around you.

His entire body stiffened.

“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, eyes wide as realization dawned on him. He quickly shot a glance at you, but instead of laughing or pulling away, you just smiled at him—soft, reassuring.

“You’re fine,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the movie.

Dabi felt his face heat up. Him? Blushing? No way. He quickly turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, trying to act tough, but the fact that he hadn’t moved from his spot betrayed him.

You chuckled softly, your hand gently stroking his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Cute. Dabi? That word wasn’t supposed to fit him, but somehow, coming from you, it didn’t sound so bad. He muttered something incoherent, probably another grumpy retort, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he stayed there, listening to the sound of your heartbeat once more. After a few more minutes of silence, he spoke again, quieter this time, almost vulnerable.

“Come with me.”

You blinked. “What?”

He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before taking your hand in his. “I wanna sleep,” he mumbled, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “In my room. With you.”

The request caught you off guard, but his grip on your hand was firm, his eyes practically pleading despite his usual tough exterior.

You smiled, standing up with him. “Alright.”

And just like that, he led you to his room, where the two of you curled up in the quiet, dim space. Dabi wrapped his arms around you again, this time fully aware of what he was doing. The tension in his body melted away as he rested his head against your shoulder, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

No words were needed—he’d never been good at them anyway. But in that moment, with you in his arms, Dabi felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.

Peace.

And maybe, just maybe, something that felt a lot like love.

[idkhoworwhytell]

a chain of sick and sleepy boys

it hits legend first

The chain had ended up in Wild’s Hyrule. And honestly? Legend was tired. Scratch that, exhausted. They’d been walking for what felt like days on end and They weren’t even near Hateno yet! 

With a groan, legend adjusted his hat and trudged forward

“I think  you woke up on the wrong side of the bed” a familiar voice said next to him ,  small huff left him, a small glare on his features as he glanced over to her, the exhaustion being more obvious now up close.

“Not all of us can just sleep anywhere like you, y’know. Some of us actually have problems sleeping in forests where monsters could pop up out of nowhere.” He said with a glare “I’m pretty sure the monsters will wake even me up , until then I’ll sleep soundly” she shrugged her shoulders no care in her tone  He rolls his eyes, going quiet again as he glanced forward. The old Hylian was starting to drift a bit, eyes unfocusing. It was only until Time put a hand on his shoulder that he snapped back into focus.

“You sure you’re alright?”

Legend gives a shrug he  lets out a half sigh, half yawn.

I’m fine. Just need to focus. Don’t worry about me.” Waving time off 

You look like you’re gonna pass out.” He huffed, slightly annoyed at the words.

“I’m fine Just got a few more hours of walking. I can last through that..”

TThe old man didn’t look convinced in the slightest.

the old man says they’ll stop as soon there’s a available chance. 

Legend was going to protest, until Time gave him that Look again. Instead, he lets out a defeated sigh, mumbling under his breath about Time being a worrywart.*

While Time went to tell the other of the plans to make camp, she and Legend were left alone. He glanced at her, the annoyance now being more obvious on his face.

He  said nothing, but he did tilt his head at her, still waiting for the others but still willing to talk. “grumpy pants , just what did you eat to get sick? You really do need to stop picking things up out see on the side of the road.” He gave a scoff, crossing his arms as he looked away.

“I didn’t eat anything bad. I’m just tired, that’s all..” “ could be both for all I care. Your sleeping and taking some medicine when we stop” she said leaving no roo more arguing in her tone Legend grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes at her suggestion. Even if the idea of being able to sleep did sound nice right now. He’d never admit that he hated the fact that she was right though.

“Fine, whatever.. He rolls his eyes ”mhm you know I’m right , now I see that time has found a spot so let’s get you set up” He simply huffed at her words. But, nonetheless, he began to begrudgingly follow Time and the others to where they’d be camping for the night. He didn’t say anything until they eventually got to the spot and started to get the camp set up. Now out of sight, he slowly walked over to one of the logs nearby and sat down, resting his arms on his knees.

She comes to him with a unfamiliar liquid to him, He looked at the liquid in her hand with obvious confusion, an eyebrow raised. But, nonetheless, he took it.*

“What is this? ”NyQuil , and when you wake up I’ll give you some DayQuil, it’ll help you feel like your not dying and get you some sleep. She responds He gave her a skeptical look, eyeing the liquid as he slowly took a drink of it.

“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me this exact moment.”  “if I would , I would know better and do something else, giving it straight up to you ? Come on you know I’m smarter than that.” He paused, before letting out a defeated sigh. And honestly? She was right; he knew she was smart enough to not outright poison him. Which means this was probably safe-ish..

“Yeah. I know that….I trust you.” *He set the cup down, taking the bottle from her instead. He looked at the bottle for a few moments, looking for any clear signs of danger. It wasn’t until he looked at the label and saw exactly what it was that he gave a nod.

“Yeah… that checks out.”

*He took another sip of the liquid, feeling it begin to make him feel even more tired than he already was. She noticed his eyes droop , “it’s gonna do that , come on let’s get you some dinner”  helping him back to camp Despite his tired state, he tried to protest against her help.

“I don’t need help walking. I’m fine…” *He muttered, although it lacked the conviction of any normal protest. Not to mention that his steps were slightly wobbly as he tried to follow her back to camp.she huffed  and just threw him on  her shoulders, not caring what the others might think Legend let out a small gasp as he was just suddenly hoisted up over her shoulders. He tried to struggle for a moment, a little embarrassed at the fact that he was just suddenly picked up like a bag of potatoes

“Hey! I said I didn’t need help walking..!” “ And have you fall? I don’t think your pretty boy face can handle  that,  can it?” Legend flushed slightly at the comment, mumbling as he tried to fight back the embarrassment.

“I’m not a damsel. I can walk on my own..” *He muttered, still struggling against her slightly. But the fact that he was exhausted didn’t help his case. “if it helps you feel less embarrassed I let off right before we reach camp.” 

Reluctantly, he stopped struggling against her, allowing her to carry him the rest of the way. He had a small pout on his face, the fact he was basically having to be carried was already embarrassing enough for him letting him down and going to wild to retrieve their bowls. Legend silently thanked her as he was set down again. Taking a small moment to regain his bearings

Meanwhile, Wild was preparing food for everyone. He’s obviously still worried over how Legend’s been, but he trusted that she’d be able to look out for the other as well. She sat next to him , hoping he can still eat. Legend was tired, yet as soon as he got a whiff of the food he was presented with, he somehow had the energy to sit up and dig in. He was almost shoveling the food into his mouth before he even realized it After a bit  he was passing out into her arms , her catching him and putting him into his bed roll carefully  laying him down she took his sword and put it to his side Legend practically passed out the moment the weight of his head hit the soft bedroll. He let out a silent sigh as he cuddled into it. Despite wanting to protest over the way he was being treated like a child, a big part of him deep down actually liked the care he was being given. He fell asleep and heard the woman and the chain talk about  just he  got sick with him  wanting to argue but he didn’t have the strength to do so 

The chain was obviously worried for him, all of them were. Although, the main 3 worried the most: Time, Four and Wild. They didn’t like seeing their friend looking so sick, or the fact that they had to stop the adventure so Legends could rest.

Time was the voice of reason in the group, as per usual. He was keeping the others from waking Legend to question him about how he was feeling. She told them it was possible he got food poisoning from  something he picked up in the trail , or that he was sleep deprivedEveryone nodded at that, although they were still worried. Four spoke up after a few moments, his voice being soft yet worried.

“How long do you think he’ll be out for?” “NyQuil will keep him asleep for about ten hours , so he’ll sleep in just a bit, he’ll still be a tad sick in the morning but I’ll give him some DayQuil  to help with that, and just maybe if I pull my strings right, hell let he carry him so he can sleep more, cause all he  really can do is sleep it off with the help of the medicine” she says while making sure he’s still breathing

Time gave a nod, a small exhale leaving him. The old man didn’t like seeing his friend sick, not one bit. But, there was nothing else they could do for now. The best thing to do was to just let him rest and let the medicine work as it was supposed to.

“Thank you for the help with this. I know Legend can be stubborn with needing care at times..”

“It’s alright , if I didn’t it would spread and it would sucks for everyone  , I have a better immune system then most of you, so it’d better be me then you cause I’ll get it just a bit while the rest of you would get it bad,

She gave a chuckle,”

🤭 “really all you have to do to get him to listen is throw him around a bit , he’ll eventually give in”

A small smile appeared on the group’s facades. Time chuckled slightly at the idea, while the rest couldn’t help but to imagine different scenarios where they could just do that. The idea alone did make them feel somewhat better, knowing that it’d likely be a good way to get the cranky hero to listen for once. She waved them off to their bed rolls , offering to keep watch on them and her hero that had gotten sick, being able to take care of any night troubles that may occur 

Time was about to protest against her offer, but Wild ended up being the first to speak. He gave a small bow of his head in gratitude. 

“Thank you. If you need anything, be sure to tell us.”

he  said, before going to his bedroll and getting settled as the others did the same, but not before they each thanked her as well. “Yea yea, you ain’t  be able to help if you don’t rest”  

Time chuckled at the comment, letting out a small sigh. Nonetheless, they all listened and began to get settled, their eyes fluttering closed one by one as they got comfortable in their bedrolls. little  while later she heard legend tossing and turning , he stated to turn green in the face She quickly sat up, looking over at Legend. It didn’t take her long to realize that he was about to get sick. And probably not too far from her own bedroll..

“Ah hell..” *She muttered, moving quickly over to him and rolling him to his side.

She had a bucket in hand, to try and catch everything she could . Her quick action was met with him suddenly jolting up and emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket. Legend looked absolutely miserable, a sweat forming across his face as he tried to breathe through his mouth. 

“gotta  breath through the nose buddy” 

she said so softly as not to startle him  and gently started cleaning his 

face clear of the sweat and taking off his dirtied tunicLegend was only barely coherent as he tried his best to follow her words. His breath was shaky, and he was definitely still nauseous, but her voice was keeping him somewhat grounded. That didn’t mean that he didn’t try to object when she started to take off his tunic, though

 It came out as a weak attempt to protest. “Hey…what’re you doing..?”

“I promise I’m not gonna hurt you” still soft in the voice  she replaced what had took off him with a white cotton  shirt , getting her eyes turned as much as possible bit so she could still work He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldn’t try to do anything bad. So even though he muttered something along the line of ‘this is not helping my image-“   he let her work, simply flopping back onto the bedroll once she had finished changing his shirt.  He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldn’t try to do anything bad.

She started cleaning his face and knew  that she would need to wash his bed roll , with as much gentleness as she could muster she lifted him up , not swaying as much as she could and laid him in her bed roll he  was still mostly out of it. But he still managed to give a small mumbled complaint as he was moved into her bedroll. 

“Hey…I can..I can still walk…I don’t need….” he  protested, but it was interrupted by him groaning again. He felt absolutely miserable, yet too tired to try to keep fighting. She places him down and grabs the soiled things and goes to the steam nearby still the camp in her line of sight She could hear him move in her bedroll as she left. A soft groan leaving him. He tried to pull himself together as he laid in the bedroll, but he was still feeling far too ill to try and sit up. Which left him basically stuck in her bedroll, waiting for her to come back.*she returned with a offer of a bath , with minimal help in her end of course just offering to do what he needed and nothing more unless otherwise asked. It was obvious that he didn’t want to accept her help. He was a stubborn hero after all. But the part of him that was exhausted and tired of feeling gross was telling him to accept it. His brain was a little too messed up right now by the medicine to put up much of a fight.

It  only took a few moments of his internal argument before he mumbled ‘yes’ to her offer. He was probably not going to remember saying this in the morning..

 she lifts him up and leans him on the edge of them water and turns so he can strip and pull himself in ,it  was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t thrown up on the way to the water. He was extremely unsteady on his feet, but he managed to get himself to slowly strip out of most of his clothes.

He hesitated just a moment when he was about to get into the water. But he eventually did, slowly lowering himself into it with a soft hiss of relief, the temperature feeling nice on his sweat covered skin.*She returned and asked his permission to wash his hair , with shampoo  he didn’t  recognize form her world but that looked nice 

Legend slowly looked up, a small groan leaving him as he considered the offer. Admittedly, washing his hair sounded heavenly right now. He was far too exhausted and achy to do it himself. So, against his better judgement, he softly agreed, closing his eyes and waiting for her to begin.she started scrubbing his longer hair doing her best not to tug but to make sure she got the knots she did that twice to get all the grime out. He  sat there, allowing her to work through the knots and dirt in his hair. It was obvious that she was being careful and gentle with her work. He let out a small hum of pleasure as she managed to brush out a hard to reach knot, his eyes fluttering open as he let himself relax into her hands. She had introduced him to the idea of conditioner not to long ago he recognized the smell as she massaged it into his hair, it  took a moment for him to register the familiar scent of the conditioner. But once he did, he let out another hum, his eyes closing again as he leaned further into her hands. He didn’t say anything, but it was obvious by his body language that he was silently telling her that it felt good. Her not aware of the bunny situation it was a little odd that he thumbed his leg like he was a bunny when he was enjoying it 

He leaned all the way into her hands now, the hums he was letting out sounding almost reminiscent of purring. It was pretty clear that he was enjoying his hair being massaged by her. He even started to very slightly kick his foot, almost as if he was a cat that was being petted.she noticed and gave a small chuckle unknown to his embarrassment, she patted his neck and offered him a washcloth signaling he could wash his body, but if he wanted she could too At first, he was embarrassed by her laugh at his actions. He was a Hero, he wasn’t supposed to be acting like some sort of cat. But the embarrassment vanished when he heard her offer. He hesitated again, but he gave a small nod, mumbling a quiet, “please..” She tapped his neck so he would turn it 

He nodded quietly and did as he was asked, tilting his neck to the side so she could continue. He closed his eyes and sighed as he waited for her to begin cleaning his body. she scrubbed  and  the washcloth instantly dirty , so rinsed and did his other side of the neck , rising to again , with the hand that wasn’t busy she was massaging the washed neck 

He let out a soft sigh again as the warm water and cloth worked across his skin. It was soothing, especially being so exhausted and achy still. His body relaxed into her light massage, leaning into her hand as she massaged his neck. She moved to the shoulders massaging while she worked He let out a small moan as she worked at the tight and strained muscles in his shoulders. They were practically boulders, but he honestly likes how her massaging them sent a small tingle down his spine. 

She found a knot in his shoulder and put down the cloth and went at it. 

He let out the moan again as she managed to get the knot out of one of his shoulders. He nearly went boneless as it was slowly worked out, his head dropping and his eyes half lidding in pleasure. she told him he could sleep if he wished  she wouldn’t hurt him when he was this vulnerable  He wanted to argue, he wanted to stay awake. But the way that she was massaging the tight muscles of his shoulders, it was really working to get him to relax and feel sleepy. Especially with the fact that he was still sick and sleep deprived. But he really didn’t want to give in to the sleepiness. So, he shook his head a bit to try and wake himself up more. 

she hummed, finding no more knots in the shoulders she moved to his arms He shifted a bit in the water as she began to work at his arms. Although, this time it was probably because her hands on his arms were making him shiver slightly, even though they were warm, and the water was warm. His head drooped forwards a bit more, a small groan escaping him again. getting all the knots  once more , she lightly kissed one scar she knew he didn’t practically like.

He froze for a moment as she kissed one of his arms, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. He was surprised that she was acting so gentle with him at the moment, it was almost hard to believe. Although, when she kissed his arm, all he could really pay attention to was the spot her lips touched, a warm feeling spreading across it. He let out a very very soft whine. she kissed all the scars she knew he hated on that arm, and did the same to the other wash, kiss repeat.

He kept letting out soft small sounds as she kissed each and every single one of his visible scars. It was hard for him to keep from shuddering every time her lips touched his skin, the feeling of her lips sending tingles up and down his arms. After a while, he found that the noises he was letting out were starting to sound more and more like small moans of pleasure. she gave him a smile and very gently kissed his cheek He felt his face start to flush and grow hot in embarrassment as she kissed his cheek. This time he shivered, his breath catching in his throat once again. The hero felt incredibly overwhelmed at the moment, but he also felt too tired to object to what she was doing. So, he simply let out a small whimper and turned his head to try and hide his embarrassment. she gave more smiles and ribbed his cheeks and asked him how he wanted his legs washed , him or her He let out another small whimper as she started to rub his cheeks. By now, his face was absolutely red as he tried to avoid her gaze. He was silent for a while, trying to form the words to answer her. But, after a few moments, he finally spoke.

“Y-you..”

He mumbled softly, the word leaving him before he had time for his mind to object. she had turned him so one of his sides was on the river bank, not looking to the best of her ability , she washed and massaged the first leg He let out another soft moan as she went to wash his legs now, his body relaxing against the river bank. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to focus on staying awake. But, as the warm water and her hands continued to work on his legs, that task was becoming increasingly harder. and as she finished her first leg , she kissed one of his larger scars, filling to his other side and did the same thing there , removing all tension in his legs, still kissing every scar she found He tried to keep his breath calm as she began to massage his second leg, but the constant presence of her hands on his skin was making it incredibly difficult. The fact that she was continuing to kiss his scars only added to that. By now, a soft stream of whimpering breaths and moans were leaving him with each kiss, his legs shifting slightly in the water.*she let him face away for, her gain putting his legs down she moved to his back*He was blushing and breathing heavily by now, his skin flushed from the constant attention to his scars. As she moved to his back, he couldn’t even try to hide the pleased hums and moans that he was letting out. His back was a sore spot, and her hands on his skin felt heavenly. 

she washed and massaged still kissing every scar she found , with care and attention to every fine detail

His breath kept getting more and more unsteady as she continued to work her way across his scarred back. He couldn’t help but let out louder and louder moans, his body becoming like puddy in her hands as she massaged the tense muscles. Her lips against his skin were sending small jolts of electricity up his spine. She let him soak for a moment as she went to get him clothes , he heard him lets out murmurs to himself 

He let out a soft whine as she left, his eyes flickering open lazily. He felt extremely relaxed, his body feeling as if it had gone boneless. But, when he heard himself murmur a protest against her leaving him, he quickly snapped his mouth shut, realizing that he didn’t mean to voice his disappointment out loud.

she returned clothes  in hand she  put the to the side and returned to his head He turned his head back to look up at her when he heard her return. His eyes were still half lids, tiredness and sickness and the attention she had been giving him slowly making him feel even more dizzy and tired. He wasn’t even really paying attention as she moved to his head, just letting out a quiet hum as she began messing with his hair again. she rinsed the conditioner out and massaged his scalp he  practically purred as he felt her begin to rub and massage his scalp, the feeling sending even more tingles down his spine and sending an even stronger dizzying feeling to overpower the exhaustion. His eyes had slowly fluttered closed again, his head tilting back into her hands as he let out a satisfied hum of pleasure. She  risned  out All the soaps she had put on him , she offered him support getting out , keeping her head turned as she did

He took her aid in getting out, leaning on her heavily as he shakily stood up. He wasn’t even really paying attention as she kept her head turned away. He was too focused on staying on his feet and not giving in to the dizziness that was trying to overpower him. she gave him every clothing item he wore to bed  only fulling facing him when his bottom half was clothed. 

He was just trying to focus on getting dressed, feeling far too tired and dizzy to focus on much else. He didn’t even notice that she was intentionally averting her eyes as he slowly clothes himself. By the time he was dressed, he slowly staggered backwards and sat down on the river bank again, a small groan leaving him as more exhaustion crept over his mind.she was made aware he was goons faint any second and had him  leaned his back towards her chest as she stared to brush his hair He let out a small whine as she helped him lean backwards against her, his head falling back against her chest. He was too tired to fight back against her, so he just let out another small hum and closed his eyes, slowly succumbing to the exhaustion and falling further into her hold. His head was starting to loll to the side as she began to brush his hair, exhaustion fully starting to cloud his mind she brushed his hair and lotined him up , putting creams in his hair , then tying his hair up He leaned back against her, letting himself fall further and further into the exhaustion that was taking over his senses. He mumbled incoherent mumblings as she put his hair up, the feeling of her doing these things almost lulling him to sleep. By the time she was done, he let out a small whine and buried his head into her shoulder, breathing slowly evening out into a slow sleepy rhythm.

with a tad of embarrassment she lifted him up and took him back to camp the supplies she used carried in her other hand He mumbled nonsense and leaned himself further into her hold as she picked him up, completely succumbing to the exhaustion as he allowed himself to collapse against her body. He was completely out of it at this point, his consciousness slowly slipping into sleep as she carried him back to camp.

she laid him back on to her bed roll gently covering him up and letting him sleep , she noticed one of the others waking up He mumbled something unintelligible as she laid him back down, burrowing himself further beneath the bed roll with the last of his strength. His eyes were half open for a moment as she laid down beside him, but they soon fluttered shut again as he continued slipping into the sleep he desperately needed.warriors sat up since he smelled something like flowers and her wondered why not really caring why legend  wasn’t in his own roll 

Warriors sat up in his bed roll and sniffed the air for a moment, trying to figure out what was off about the scent that was around in the air. It was probably the smell of the lotions and creams, the scent of which was clung to legend . He looked across the camp for a moment as he sat up, his eyes catching of where legend was currently asleep in a separate bedroll from his own.

“He got sick in the night just cleaned him up a bit  , he’s gotta a fever going which isn’t a good thing gotta see if he sleeps it off” Warriors got up and started walking over, taking note of where legend  was feeling a bit warmer than usual. He could tell he had a fever by just touching his forehead and looking at his flushed and warm skin. With a sigh, Warriors gently sat down beside him and reached up to start to brush a few strands of loose hair from out of his face.” You can go back to sleep , I’m just making sure your alright” Warriors hummed as he kept himself sat beside legend , slowly running his hand through his hair as he watched him. He gave a small nod in response to her and kept his focus mostly on keeping his hand in the Hero’s hair as a small  comfort for him.

Warrior’s slowly started to drift off sitting where he was, slowly leaning back against the ground.  His hand was still slowly running through the Hero’s hair, the motion helping to keep him still somewhat conscious as he slowly began dozing off himself.

“its just a chain of sleepy boys not hero’s”  she said to herself, with a chuckle she put some blankets on him.

Warriors was very much falling asleep where he sat,  legend  was sound asleep despite the fever he was sporting. Luckily, they both looked quite comfortable at the very least, the Hero burrowing himself into the blankets given to him

The pile just kept growing , someone would wake up notice legend not in his roll and Join  next  to wars.  they just kept coming!, and every time she would cover them up with Blankets

 the group continuing to join the pile of sleeping boys. It definitely was a very unusual occurrence, especially considering the fact that almost every single one of them were supposed to be very serious and strong heroes. Yet, here they were, completely out like a light in a pile of blankets and limbs.

Eventually it reached time, and instead of seeing a grown man with a  level head you say a mischievous little  boy in him , and he did too join the pile of men

as he stumbled over to the rest of the sleeping boys. He didn’t even really say anything as he joined them, slowly falling into the pile with a yawn and closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep.

and it was just her left to sleep , staying true to her word , that she would hear the monsters before she could see them, she joined the pile leaning up towards legend , feeling him snuggle up to her, she leaves a kiss on his head, and she joins the sleeping world too

Once she had joined the pile with the rest of the sleepy boys, the whole group was practically cuddling with each other. Time was snuggled up on her left, with Warriors snuggly wrapped around her arm on her right. On the other side of Time, Wind was tangled around his feet, Legend’s head resting against her stomach. And on all sides of Wind, the rest of the heroes were either cuddling each other, or snuggled against her. It was a very comfortable and warm group of sleeping boys. Legend subconsciously muttered in his sleep as she kissed his head, snuggling closer to her out of instinct.

[itwdoris]

dada ! sukuna.

author notes; dada is just a title and does not refer to the literal, reader is in headspace, all characters are adults.

tw; not revised, mention of diaper, tip sucking, reader is sleepy af.

★

"wake up." sukuna poked you with his finger, getting no response, not even a movement. he stood up a little, just knowing that you were still alive, holding your head by the neck. "sleeper."

safe space for you, but he was so close of the edge of the sofa that a little more and you'd see him fall. you moved still unconscious, so so tired, eyes barely open when you muttered, calling for and searching him with your lost hands.

"i'm here." he took your hands and brought them up to his grumpy face. but you didn't seem to understand much as you were already asleep again.

but he seemed to understand quickly, because he just picked you up and get up to go to the kitchen. you had fallen asleep before doing some things, so he proceeded to do them, just making sure that you would be fine, even if you were sleepy.

starting with your bottle, too used to it, he was fine even with you on his lap, handling everything with just one hand while the other patted your ass lightly, nursing you.

sukuna may have been bad in the kitchen, but at least he knew how to make a great bottle... after some failures. but he had improved a lot of course, now no longer leaving the liquid cold but giving it to you warm, much tastier.

he finished warming up the bottle, just tasting it to see if it was the right temperature. he returned to the living room, sitting down to help you drink it, arms moving you so easily.

"come on, drink..." he put it in your mouth, watching your sleepy eyes blink and mouth suck, drinking the liquid slowly, but drinking.

sukuna held you like that until your head fell softly back onto his chest, leaving just a few drops in the little bottle. but this time he just let, wiping your lips with his shirt.

going back to the kitchen to leave the bottle there, then heading for the bathroom and wondering how he would brush your teeth with you so sleepy in his arms.

but somehow it worked, with you sitting on the sink, leaning on him while he accidentally hit the brush on your cheek by inside, a few times.

"hnm-" you grumbled, trying to turn your face and tuck yourself into his chest, swallowing a bit of toothpaste.

"don't grumble at me." he grumbled.

sukuna took you to your room afterwards, taking a diaper to put on you, he put you to bed, carefully taking off your clothes. you moved a bit, whimpering low as you felt so alone, and were soon enveloped by his warm body.

"here." you felt him running his hands over your body, clinging to him.

he moved away slowly, dressing you in the usual when in his hands, putting on your diaper, also changing his blouse before going to bed, throwing the dirty blouse in any corner of the room, mentally thanking himself for showering earlier.

he soon joined you, snuggling into bed, feeling you grope him. "what?" he asked, holding your waist under the blouse.

"paci..." you stood up a little with your sleepy face, you so lost.

then sukuna pulled down his pants just a little, enough to get his cock out, guiding your hand to it so that you could reach it. soon you had the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking it, your pacifier.

his hands pushed your hair out of your face, giving you a gentle caress when saw that you had gone back to deep sleep. a sigh came from his lips, looking at and caressing you.

"night, bug."

[magiccath]

Emergency Dance Party

Tenth Doctor x reader (ambiguous relationship) (could also be any Doctor if you ignore the Converse comment)

Summary: In which the Doctor and the TARDIS come up with a way to make your week a little better

A/N: I wrote this for myself MONTHS ago and kinda just forgot to post it. Also, he's so pretty in this GIF

Today wasn’t your day. It hadn’t really been your week either. You were tired, grumpy, and beyond fed-up. It wasn’t anything in particular, but rather an accumulation of small things combined with a general discomfort. 

You walked into the TARDIS control room, hoping that the familiar hum of the ship might calm your anxieties. The Doctor was busy with the console, fiddling away with the controls. He became aware of your presence once you got a few steps into the room before promptly faceplanting. 

The thump made him turn towards you before rushing to help you up. You met his flustered concern with your own exasperation, accepting his outreached hand begrudgingly. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, still holding on to you. 

“Just my luck,” you groaned to yourself, adjusting your footing. “I’m fine,” you grumbled, pulling your hand from his to brush off your shirt. “It’s just one of those weeks.” 

“The kind where absolutely nothing goes right?” he asked, leaning back against the console casually. Your eyes drifted to the floor, his dirty Converse catching your eye. He was wearing the white ones today, his ankles crossed gently over each other. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, really feeling the weight of the week. 

“I think I have just the thing.” He grinned brightly. You loved his smile, it was always lopsided and giddy. It reminded you of a kid on Christmas or a serial killer. It depended on the day.

“I don’t really feel up for an adventure,” you admitted, slumping into the control room chair. You didn’t have the physical or emotional energy to run after the Doctor. He had promised “stress-free” trips in the past, and they always ended with some form of chaos. When you traveled with the Doctor, there was no such thing as a “beach vacation”, at least not in the traditional sense. Usually, such expeditions ended with something blowing up.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed, “we don’t have to leave the TARDIS for this.” 

You watched him move about the console in his regular manner. He did this for so long, that you started to think watching him was supposed to be the activity for the day. Before you could question his motives, he made his way over to you. He was holding something, but he hid it behind his back so you couldn’t see. 

“Please tell me that’s not a duck,” you groaned, remembering the Doctor’s last surprise. That one left the ship in shambles, and single handedly destroyed your favorite shirt. 

The Doctor frowned, “What’s wrong with ducks?” 

“Nothing,” you laughed lightly, “I just don’t want to have to chase after another one.” 

The Doctor nodded sheepishly, remembering the hassle you two had when he brought a rouge duck onto the ship. He still hadn’t put the kitchen back together, and that had been months ago now. 

“Well, it’s not a duck,” he explained, moving his hands to the front of his body to show you what was in them. He held the large, bright pink button under your nose excitedly. 

“What exactly is it?” you asked, peering at the strange object. For all you knew, it could be the TARDIS self-destruct button. You didn’t trust big red buttons, and you certainly didn’t trust pink ones.

“Just press it.” he grinned. You searched his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out if it was safe or not. After some deliberation, you rested your hand warily over the button. 

The Doctor nodded, encouraging you to push down. You squeezed your eyes shut and did as such. 

When nothing blew up, you opened your eyes warily. The ship transformed before you: the lighting was different, a disco ball lowered from seemingly nowhere, and the floor tiles began to light up in synchronized patterns. In a matter of seconds, the TARDIS had turned into a magnificent disco. 

You raised your eyebrow, clearly confused by the change of decoration. You didn’t know the TARDIS had a disco mode. You could only assume it had been installed in the '70s. 

“Emergency party button.” He smirked. “Press it again,” he urged. 

Gently, you pressed the button again, and music started to fill the room. The distinct opening beats of your favorite song brought a small smile to your face. 

The Doctor threw the button across the room recklessly before holding his hand out to you. You took it, allowing your smile to fully take over your face. 

“Emergency dance party,” he explained, grasping both of your hands. 

“With my favorite song?” 

The Doctor nodded, clearly proud of himself. He wasn’t always the most observant, but when he was it made your heart melt. He knew the little things, like how you took your coffee, what your handwriting looked like, and your favorite meal of the day.

“How did you know?” You laughed. 

“You told me once,” he smiled, his eyes showing all of the love he had for you. 

You smiled back, all traces of sadness and frustration leaving your mind instantly.

The two of you bounded, jumped, and danced your way through the TARDIS for hours, laughing and smiling until it hurt. When you couldn’t dance anymore, you collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles, simply enjoying each other’s company. 

It was the best part of your week, probably even the best part of your year. By the end of it, you couldn’t even imagine the sour mood you had been in before, basking too much in the joy of the moment. 

At the end of the day, all it took was an emergency dance party with your favorite alien to boost your mood. 

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

67

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Castiel x teen!reader Jack x teen!reader (all platonic)

Requested by @little-bug-butt

Synopsis: just some little shorts about the Impala being the best place on earth.

You turned the back of the Impala into your own personal sleeping quarters and got comfortable right away. Sam had dragged you out of bed far too early, insisting that it was time to move on, since the hunt was over. You had been asleep by the time the boys had gotten back from a quick vamp job, and they woke you after showering and getting about three hours of sleep.

Despite your grumpy exhaustion, the thrum of the Impala’s engine starting up brought a smile tugging at your lips. In most cases, sleeping in a car was incredibly uncomfortable, but not in the Impala. The backseat was large and fairly accommodating, and the purr of Baby’s engine was better than any lullaby.

It still wasn’t a bed, but it was warm and it was safe, and that was all you could ask for.

“Do you think we’re doing this right?” The sound of Sam’s whispering caught your attention, but you kept your eyes closed as you attempted to sleep.

“What, the job?” Dean asked. “We haven’t even gotten there yet.”

“No, not the job, Y/N.”

“What about her?” Dean’s voice dropped in volume.

“I mean, we’ve been going from job to job nonstop for a while now. I don’t wanna wear her out.”

“She’s fine, look at her. She’s out like a light.”

You struggled to hold back your smile at this. You hadn’t realized that your feigned sleep was so convincing.

“You sure? I mean she’s been kinda quiet lately.”

“I’m sure she’s just tired. She’s gonna be alright, we all are.”

“I just don’t wanna screw this up, you know? With dad gone, I’m not sure I know how to—“

“She doesn’t need a replacement for dad, Sam. Just be a good brother and she’ll be alright.”

The car lapsed into silence after that, and you found yourself drifting in and out of sleep until the sun began to rise. It was still early, and you were still tired, but you shifted in your seat to watch the sunrise anyway.

When Dean saw that you were awake, he reached up and turned on the radio. You craned your neck to see Sam dozing, but he could sleep through anything, so Dean’s Metallica tape wasn’t a problem.

Neither of you spoke to break the still, silent morning, but you still felt connected to your big brother as the two of you watched the sun cast it’s pinkish glow over the black hood of the Impala. The air was crisp, but the light of dawn brought with it a warm blanketing shine that brought an easy smile to your lips. You took a deep breath, and somewhere between Dean’s cologne and the smell of fast food you could smell the fresh air of the morning. Or, more likely than not, you were imagining it, and the only fresh smell was the little green tree air freshener that you had hung up to make the car smell better, and Dean had immediately taken off and flung into the backseat.

“Good morning,” Dean finally broke the silence, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. “You doing ok?”

“Yeah,” you smiled at him. “I’m doing just fine.”

…

“Ow! Cas, that’s my hand.”

“Sorry, but you’re in my space.”

“So not true! Jack, close the window.”

“But it’s hot in here.”

“If you kids don’t shut up, I’m going to turn this car around!” Dean snapped from the front seat.

“Did you call me a child?” Cas complained.

“No more talking, that’s the rule for the next hundred miles,” Dean grunted.

Sam said nothing, just smirking as Dean went to turn on the radio.

“What?” He snapped when he saw Sam’s face.

“Oh I’m not saying a word,” Sam said before sliding his fingers in front of his lips in a “zipping my lips” motion.

“Smart,” Dean grumbled, changing his mind on the radio and instead opting to watch the scenery.

After a few minutes silence became comfortable, and the five of you continued like that for hours. You were smashed up against the side of the Impala, Cas and Jack taking up most of the space, but once your leg went numb you could kind of ignore it.

The silence was peaceful, the most peace all of you had had in a while. You watched the sun dipped below the horizon with your head leaning against the cool glass of the window. Once the sun was down, however, you leaned back in your seat, resting your head against Castiel’s shoulder as you began to nod off. He didn’t say anything, but you felt him shift in his seat so that you could lean more comfortably on him. You didn’t often get this close to the angel, and if you’d been fully awake you would’ve probably been too self-conscious to take up so much of his personal space. But Cas didn’t mind, in fact he was almost flattered that you felt comfortable enough around him to sleep on him.

When the Impala reached its destination and Dean said, “Alright, let’s go,” he was surprised when Cas shushed him, gesturing to you.

“Should we—“

“Don’t wake her,” Sam said. “She hasn’t been sleeping too well lately. I’ll get her.”

“No I’ve got her,” Dean said, opening the backseat door and easing you away from Cas, lifting you easily into his arms.

“Cas?” You mumbled, stirring in Dean’s arms.

“Shh, go back to sleep kid.”

You didn’t argue, and within seconds you were dozing in Dean’s arms as he carried you into the motel room.

…

The five of you had to start early the next morning, but when Cas entered the room that you and your brothers were sharing, he found you still asleep.

“Can you get her up?” Dean called from the bathroom, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

“Y/N?” You groaned as Cas shook your shoulder. “It’s time to go, c’mon.”

“I’ll stay here,” you mumbled before turning over and pulling your pillow over your head.

“I don’t think that’s an option,” Cas frowned.

“Cas,” Sam sighed. “You can’t wake her up like that.”

“Then how—“

“Alright, up!”

“Wait—“ you groaned as Sam grabbed your ankles and yanked you out of bed, an “oof!” Escaping you as you landed hard on your back.

“Let’s go,” Sam insisted, stepping over you to pack his bag.

“Jerk,” you grumbled as you started to get ready.

Twenty minutes later, you were on the road again, and the gentle lull of Baby’s engine had you dozing again.

“You sleep a lot,” you lifted your head at the sound of Jack’s voice, who was now sitting next to you instead of Cas.

“It’s the only way to cope though Dean’s playlist, if I was conscious I’d have to listen to it.”

“Hey, I can hear you!” Dean protested.

“Good, then maybe you’ll update your collection.”

The two of you bickered for a while before eventually giving up, and the car once again lapsed into comfortable silence. You leaned against the window, the purr of Baby’s engine and the miles of fields bringing a calm to you that you hadn’t been able to feel lately. It blanketed the car, creating a vortex of protection from the chaos that enthralled the lives of the people inside.

It felt as though as long as they were in the Impala, nothing could touch them. They were together, they were warm, and they were safe.

They were home.